Update: Happy St. Pat’s. Mostly got this one right. Linking to the lyrics of Jump Around, a song that for the record I despise, is precious. This one goes in the Not Me But I Know Them category. I am not of Irish descent and interestingly I cannot recall what Guinness tasted like in Dublin but I suspect it was a pale substitute for what is served in the West Counties (see, right there I took it up a level).
I am not sure how I stumbled on this blog, probably via del.icio.us. http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/
I am aware this site is politically incorrect but I fully assume there is a post coming about how we tend to be able to poke fun at ourselves, ironically of course.
I spent a happy thirty minutes reading and laughing. The posts break down as:
Okay, that is me.
- Bilingual children. Traveling. having put those two together by moving to Switzerland (quadrilingual thank you very much although the Romansch is coming along slowly)
- Bottled water. Particularly painful since the bottle shown is one we own.
- Standing still at concerts. Look, it’s a courtesy to others that I don’t dance in public.
- Bicycles. I own two mentioned. Susan wants a Euro-city bike. Of course we live in a European city so maybe this is okay.
- TV. Ouch.
- Marathons. The post immediately before TV. Do they know me?
- Food. Organic, check. Farmer’s market, check. Whole Foods, check. Of course they miss an important detail for Whole Foods, the free samples. You can feed a family of four for the day on the samples.
Not me, but I know them
You know who you are.
- New York Times. I’ve tried. I like the image of sitting around reading the Times. But it turns out it’s boring. I would rather be outside.
- Wine. Kind of like the Times. I have tried and I certainly do enjoy drinking fine wines. But I can never, ever remember the names of vineyards, regions, years, growers, etc. My great failing as a new-yuppie or whatever my class is is that I am not a gear-head. I don’t know much about the gearing on my bikes, I don’t read gear magazines, I am really bored with this stuff.
- Gifted children. maybe could have put this into the Ouch category.
- Wes Anderson movies. The Royal Tennenbaums sucked. Rushmore was awful. I liked parts of the Life Aquatic. But I know people who swear these are great movies. If you like deadly dull movies with bad scripts squandering great acting talent, these are the movies for you. Or watch “Garden State” which was also awful.
- Mos Def. Guess I am old.
- Michel Gondry. Somehow I missed the ability to like deep intellectual films like “Eternal Sunshine….” I like light romantic comedies and brain-dead action films and lord help me but I do like movies based on comic books. I must have missed the earlier memo on European movies or sensitive stuff.
- Renovations. Huh? After living in a place a while the only reasonable solution is to move. Otherwise you have to deal with repairs and blah blah blah.
- Oscar Parties. Really? Weird, I had no idea. I feel left out.
Update March 3: #79, Modern Furniture. Definitely in the Huh? category. I hate modern furniture. It’s usually uncomfortable. No one I know likes modern furniture. Talk about leather couches, overstuffed chair-and-a-half, dark wood and we’re onto something.